For now I suppose it is rumor and speculation… what it is I wish to do with my life; innocent until proven guilty I suppose. Someone Rumored… because honestly I’m not all there yet but who really needs love to know a girl, for I have loved?
Have you heard it yet?
When The Man Comes Around
For the date is set
So Send In The Clowns
As all of Heaven whispers
The clowns wear such frowns
And damn he should have kissed her
All her clothes fall down
Then it makes the evening news
Don’t they all say wow?
But they thought they knew
Ask about it now
Click, click, he’s Someone Rumored
Who once loved but just knows he knew her
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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